I did this commercial for some biotech company in the Bay Area in 2008
I made up all my own dances, and they tried to make them a thing in the Bay Area biotech community. They wanted labs to learn them as a bonding experience or something. Didn’t really work.
In 2010 I starred in, and was the technical director for a staging of Samuel Beckett short plays in LA…in the nude. I thought it was pretty fun. The LA Weekly didn’t really agree:
LIVE NUDE BECKETT First off, an answer to the obvious question raised by directors Harry Kakatsakis and Jordan Davis' provocative title: Yes, the six-member cast in this selection of short works by Samuel Beckett are costumed solely in their birthday suits — that is if you don't count production designer Gary Klavans' Day-Glo–painted stripes and masks that, under technical director Zane Cooper's all-ultraviolet lighting, gives the actors the appearance of wearing garishly fluorescing and (alas!) opaque, stick-figure body suits. From the program notes, the nudity conceit seems to be nothing more than a punning afterthought, arising from the production's aim of “stripping” the pieces “to their 'bare' essence.” While such extreme departures from the exacting intentions of a playwright so notorious for being fastidiously protective of his work might seem a sacrilege to some, the true disservice here is to the ensemble. Such dim and distorting black light obscures too much of the actors' expressive faculties, particularly in the evening's mime pieces, in effect forcing them literally to work in the dark. Still, even in such brutalized Beckett, occasional glimpses of the maestro's mordant wit and eloquent anguish shine through, especially via Davis and Amy McKenzie, who give tantalizing hints of the Beckettian voice both in 1975's Footfalls, as well as (with Natalie Rose) in the 1966, three-character “dramaticule,” Come and Go. Next Stage Theater, 1523 N. La Brea Ave., 2nd flr., L.A.; Sat., 9:45 p.m.; through August 21. (917) 340-5895, (818) 720-9651. (Bill Raden)
I had really long hair when I lived in LA, so I played Jesus multiple times on a weird religious show called Sid Roth’s It’s Supernatural. I can only find one of my episodes online. Here’s a screenshot. I’m the Jesus on the right.
I also spent months in 2010 filming some weird “daily deals” show (sort of like Groupon, but for musical instruments) where I played a sexless nerd alongside a hot female co-host. We filmed all these episodes at this dude’s mansion in the Hollywood Hills, and it was always very weird. The guy bankrolling it was Steven Slate, who makes all the drum machine plugins. I made a good chunk of change from this, but the daily deals site never went live. I probably filmed 12-15 episodes. Who knows where they are now.
This is a “short” film I made in 2010. I think the budget was like 2k. It’s about a society where all humans only live for 24 hours, like mayflies - all except one dude named Harvey, whose persistence is never explained. My friends’ noise band, The Kevin Costner Suicide Pact, did the music for it, and that remains my favorite part of the film. That and the climax scene, which was one unbroken 12-minute take. It screened at one festival in 2012.
This one my friend Kyle and I made in 2005. It’s sort of an adaptation of Heart of Darkness, but only in form. Guy travels somewhere to retrieve something, and in the process, reality devolves into a horrific madness. It’s in two parts because it was uploaded to YouTube in 2005, when there were still length limits. GREAT performance, though, by Andy Schneidkraut, who still runs Albums on the Hill in Boulder, Colorado!
This is a movie I made when I was 18. I wrote it on a stack of napkins while working at Schlotszky’s Deli in Lone Tree, Colorado. I wrote, directed, edited, and wrote and recorded all the music for it. But don’t ask me what it means. I still don’t know. And somehow I convinced an antique shop in Nederland to shut down for a day (for free) and let us shoot there. Anyway, enjoy this mess.
Made this in 2003 when I was really into subjectivity and stream of consciousness stuff. I had just read Ulysses, so do with that what you will.
This is an experiment I did when I was trying to invent a new type of intellectual montage. I called it the “extended dialectic form” for some reason. I was really into Eisenstein at the time. Circa 2004 I think.
I recorded this drunk a couple of years ago.
This is the one that started it all. Made this when I was 17. It’s about Icarus surviving his fall and ending up miserable in suburban Colorado with amnesia. He slowly realizes who he is and believes again he’s destined for untold greatness, and so he builds a pair of shitty wooden wings, and jumps off a cliff. Spoiler alert! He doesn’t make it, and literally nothing changes. The End.